James McIntyre

Cows suffered in the days of
For want of water and from cold,
Now of good water they have
For it is pumped by the windmill.

It almost now seems all in
For to expect high price for grain,
Wheat is grown on Egyptian
On the banks of mighty Nile.

If you are sulky,
Nova Scotia,
We'll gladly let you float away
From out our Confederation;

My friends, we sing Canadian themes,
For in them we proudly glory;
Her lakes, her rivers and her streams,
Worthy of renown in story.

Lines composed on an excursion to port Stanley, 1883.In winter time 'tis sad and dreary
For to gaze on stormy Erie,
But here in summer time this port
It is fashionable resort,…

The farmers they now all make rich,
Since Farrington went to Norwich
And the system first there began
Of making cheese on factory plan;…

We have scarcely time to tell thee
Of the strange and gifted Shelley,
Kind hearted man, but ill-fated,
So youthful drowned and cremated.

Written at the time of the disaster.'Twas on a pleasant eve in May.
Just as the sun shed its last ray,
The bell it rang, citizens to warn,
For lo ! a fire appears in barn.An ancient barn near hotel stood,…

England had triplets at a birth,
Coleridge, Southy and Wordsworth,
And these three were widely famed,
And the 'Lake Poets' they were named.…

Like fruit that's large and ripe and mellow,
Sweet and luscious is Longfellow,
Melodious songs he oft did pour,
And high was his Excelsior.

When this country it was woody,
Its great champion,
Mrs.
Moody

We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze —
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.

Westward it winds past each town,
Growing broader as it flows down.
Onward it glides, never weary,
Meandering so soft and cheery.The sunbeams on the waters glance,…

Where the young lady waiters were dressed as dairymaids.
Throughout the world they do
The fame of our town Ingersoll,
The capital of dairyland

A lad, brought up in Highland vale,
Who did believe each fairy tale
Which his granney oft to him told,
And of witches and of warlocks bold,…

Lines written when the Prince of Wales
was about embarking for Canada, May, 1860.In his long voyage o'er the sea,
To where doth grow the maple tree,
May he be blest with pleasant gales-…

When Father Ranney left the States,
In Canada to try the fates,
He settled down in Dereham,
Then no dairyman lived near him;

We fancy the lustre of the old town is reflected
on the new. English Woodstock was a royal residence.English Woodstock had a Palace
Where the Queen in jealous malice
Slew romance's fairest flower,…

Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village,
Now again reduced to tillage;
Once happiest village of the plain,
Place now you look for it in vain;

The farmers now should all adornA few fields with sweet southern corn,
It is luscious, thick and tall,
The beauty of the fields in fall.
For it doth make best ensilage

Addressed to Jonathan Wingle,
Esq.
All those who quality do
Must study color, taste and

In barren district you may
Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat,
There you may find the choicest fruits,
And great, round, smooth and solid roots.

The ancient poets ne'er did
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could
In this cold land of ice and snow,

In presenting this delicate, dainty morsel to the imagination of the people,
I believed that it could be realized.
I viewed the machine that turned and raised the mamoth cheese, and saw the powerful machine invented by James Ireland at…